"What you doing there, Ikey?"
"I was on the hunt. I came across them—five, and a little warm work went forward. The other four," he added significantly, "I have left on their backs, with a pretty decent sign of my handiwork upon all of them."
Chloe gasped.
"You're a drefful man," said Chloe; "and I'll run for Massa Harkaway."
And she dashed down the garden, crying out for Harkaway and Jefferson, and goodness knows who besides.
They were ever upon the qui vive for danger, so down they came with a rush.
"Why, Mr. Mole," exclaimed Jefferson, "you have indeed got a prize."
"However did you manage it?" asked Harkaway, not a whit less startled.
Mole coughed.
"I felt that something was required of me," he answered, with touching dignity and modesty combined, "and so I went on the hunt myself, and I fell foul of a few of the Greek vampires."